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Creon’s jaw parted, as if to drop his jaw in shock, at the words of the little imp with the crippled leg. They were the ones wanting to walk onto Highvalley territory as if it were their own, and they were the ones to give him lip? A low growl rumbled from his barrel chest as he looked at stranger with his dark, piercing eyes. He was very aware of his own size, yes, and he was also aware that he could break this little brat like a twig under his paw.
Walking up to Aiver, he lowered himself to eye-level as he looked the smaller male dead in the eye. In a low, yet intimidating voice, he growled “I suggest you watch your tongue and learn your place. You are in no right coming here in demanding to see whoever you want whenever you want, no matter who you were born to. You’re a prince, a representative of your pack and parents. Act like it.” Looking up this time to the she-wolf, his gaze slightly softened “Perhaps if you learned some proper manners like this young lady, you will learn that’s the way to get what you want.”
Casting away Aiver as if he were an annoying fly, Creon walked up to what he assumed was the posse’s leader and dipped his head in respect. He had heard of Vale, as well as their extremely reclusive and secretive lifestyle. If one were to leave their borders (and their princess and possible heir), it must be important. Still though, he had to be sure… “Hello Elisabet. I am Creon, Keeper of Highvalley, and it is a pleasure to make your acquaintance. I have heard of your packs, yes, and you all have indeed must have traveled far from home and would probably like a meal and a dry den, and for your friend there a healer. Can I trust that these two” he motioned over towards Lycan and Amara “are who they claim to be?”

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UGH this took longer than i would have liked, my photoshop payment was acting weird. anywhosies, this is from a recent RP where arynian and valerian diplomats arrive at highvalley's borders, and one wolf in particular (//side eye @ aviar) lacks the knowledge on being diplomatic and having good manners. unfortunately for him, creon knows how to put snobby princes from beyond the border in their place >:333

creon © petalbash
aivar © InstantCoyote

+1 bone

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Creon’s jaw parted, as if to drop his jaw in shock, at the words of the little imp with the crippled leg. They were the ones wanting to walk onto Highvalley territory as if it were their own, and they were the ones to give him lip? A low growl rumbled from his barrel chest as he looked at stranger with his dark, piercing eyes. He was very aware of his own size, yes, and he was also aware that he could break this little brat like a twig under his paw.
Walking up to Aiver, he lowered himself to eye-level as he looked the smaller male dead in the eye. In a low, yet intimidating voice, he growled “I suggest you watch your tongue and learn your place. You are in no right coming here in demanding to see whoever you want whenever you want, no matter who you were born to. You’re a prince, a representative of your pack and parents. Act like it.” Looking up this time to the she-wolf, his gaze slightly softened “Perhaps if you learned some proper manners like this young lady, you will learn that’s the way to get what you want.”
Casting away Aiver as if he were an annoying fly, Creon walked up to what he assumed was the posse’s leader and dipped his head in respect. He had heard of Vale, as well as their extremely reclusive and secretive lifestyle. If one were to leave their borders (and their princess and possible heir), it must be important. Still though, he had to be sure… “Hello Elisabet. I am Creon, Keeper of Highvalley, and it is a pleasure to make your acquaintance. I have heard of your packs, yes, and you all have indeed must have traveled far from home and would probably like a meal and a dry den, and for your friend there a healer. Can I trust that these two” he motioned over towards Lycan and Amara “are who they claim to be?”

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UGH this took longer than i would have liked, my photoshop payment was acting weird. anywhosies, this is from a recent RP where arynian and valerian diplomats arrive at highvalley's borders, and one wolf in particular (//side eye @ aviar) lacks the knowledge on being diplomatic and having good manners. unfortunately for him, creon knows how to put snobby princes from beyond the border in their place >:333

creon © petalbash
aivar © InstantCoyote

+1 bone